We ran in the rain. We puddle stomped. We threw pebbles. The Kid learned--not for the last time, I'm sure--just how soaked your pants get on a wet slide.
Then it really started pouring, and the grown-ups decided it was time to go home. The Kid carried a handful of pebbles all the way back to the front door, and I remembered my favorite part of walking in the rain--the absolutely divine feeling of changing into dry, warm clothes after!